{blogged from phone}
Huh, it looks like I get better reception in the elevators.
The hospital is apparently letting me go back home tomorrow. However, I think it might have more to do with the fact that I may have raised hell butted heads with the nurses more than once. Not like I could help it, though. Especially after what happened yesterday...
I mean, being made to share a room with the same person that led to my being there in the first place was the least of my worries. No, no, no. What really pissed me off was the fact the hospital is seemingly incapable of spotting perverted idiots impersonating doctors. Pinches idiotas.
¡Pinche hombre baboso interrumpió mi telenovela!
Ugh, anyway. I'm not sure how I'm getting home tomorrow. I-I don't if they'll really let someone on crutches (and pain meds, really) get home on their own.
Maybe the bus...?
{OOC translation: ¡Pinche hombre baboso interrumpió mi telenovela! - Fucking idiot interrupted my telenovela!)
The hospital is apparently letting me go back home tomorrow. However, I think it might have more to do with the fact that I may have raised hell butted heads with the nurses more than once. Not like I could help it, though. Especially after what happened yesterday...
I mean, being made to share a room with the same person that led to my being there in the first place was the least of my worries. No, no, no. What really pissed me off was the fact the hospital is seemingly incapable of spotting perverted idiots impersonating doctors. Pinches idiotas.
¡Pinche hombre baboso interrumpió mi telenovela!
Ugh, anyway. I'm not sure how I'm getting home tomorrow. I-I don't if they'll really let someone on crutches (and pain meds, really) get home on their own.
Maybe the bus...?
{OOC translation: ¡Pinche hombre baboso interrumpió mi telenovela! - Fucking idiot interrupted my telenovela!)